#dean winchester fanart
The little rat husbands
sorry i keep forgetting tumblr exists-
tfw 2.0 stickers!!! buttttt i dont have any way to sell them so oNE DAY
digital pain(t) study
right so my friend @novaksfilms over on the graM convinced me that my cowboy dean and my fancy turtleneck cas live in the same universe and that i should draw them. so here i am, drawing them.
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Pairing:N/A but this is a reader insert
Word Count:425
Prompt: “Okay, which one of you used my tampons?” - UNFIC CHALLENGE by @spnfanficpond
Summary: That one scene from the She’s the Man, but it’s Dean.
Warnings:Mention of feminine menstrual products and blood
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You were irritated. You could feel your period was about to start and this was the icing on the cake. You grabbed the box from its place under the bathroom counter and stormed down the bunker hall. Determined to find out who used them.
You stopped in the doorway of the Bunker’s kitchen, “Okay, which one of you used my tampons?”
The angel and Nephilim looked at you, a blank look on both of their faces. Cas, spotting the empty tampon box in your hand, made the connection first. “Y/N, I can assure you that neither Jack nor I touched your tampons,” Cas replied.
“What’s a tampon?” Jack wondered.
Before you could explain, you heard a commotion coming from down the hall. You looked at Cas, a silent plea in your eyes to him, before stomping down the hall towards the War Room where the commotion sounded.
“A tampon is something women use when…” Cas’s voice trailed off as you got closer to the War Room.
“Dean, Y/N is going to be pissed,” Sam explained.
Dean scoffed, “I can handle Y/N.” You heard him say as you turned the corner.
As Sam’s eyes locked with yours they widened. You could see some cuts and scrapes across his tanned skin. Dean, noticing Sam’s demeanor, instantly stood straighter, his back tensing as it faced you.
“She’s right behind me, isn’t she?” Dean’s shoulders sagged in guilt when Sam nodded yes.
You laughed in disbelief, “Why would you need to handle me, Dean? What happened now?”
Placing the gun down on the table Dean slowly raised his hands before turning to face you–a sheepish look on his face. It took a moment for your brain to register what you were seeing. When it did you busted out laughing and clutching your sides almost fell to the floor.
Your laughter was loud enough to draw Cas and Jack out of the kitchen and into the War Room. a look of confusion came across Jack’s face as Cas just stood there awkwardly looking upon the scene.
Cas tilted his head and stared inquisitively at everyone.
Dean sputtered under the pressure, the air from his mouth caused the string to flutter against the cupid bow above his lips. “Blame, Y/N! She forced me to watch that stupid She’s the Man movie.”
You cackled louder and doubled over your right arm clutched the left side of your ribs.
“Dean?” Jack began, “ why do you have a feminine hygiene product designed to absorb menstrual blood shoved up your nose?”
Pairing:Dean/Reader
Word Count:325
Prompt:Pie
Summary: All you wanted was to surprise your man.
Warnings:None
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Dean wasn’t prepared for the sight before him when he entered the kitchen. You stood at the metal island arms deep into a bowl of dough as you scowled. Flour covered every inch of the metal counter and you.
You punched the dough and Dean’s eyebrow rose in curious amusement, “Everything okay over there, Y/N?”
Your head shot up and you locked eyes with Dean as a deer in headlights look overcame your face. “What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be back yet!” you exclaimed a bit distressed.
As Dean moved closer, he could see that you had somehow smudged batter across your right cheek and a sprinkle of flour was on your nose.
“Sam and I finished early,” Dean started to explain as he reached up and rubbed some of the batter off of your cheek. “I thought you’d be happy to see we were back early.”
“Of..of..course I’m happy to see you! I just wasn’t expecting you back almost a whole day early,” you sputtered, your mouth trying to keep up with your mind as you tripped over your words.
Dean narrowed his eyes at you. Crap. You smiled at him and pecked him on the cheek trying to disarm him and draw his attention away from what you were making.
“Y/N,” Dean dragged out your name in a warning what are you up totone.
You stepped around him as you carried the bowl of dough over to the old morgue drawers, now the bunker fridge, and placed the dough in the bottom middle drawer before shutting the door.
You brushed your hands off on your jeans as you turned back to Dean. He had a giddy smile on his face and he looked like he was about to burst.
“YOU’RE MAKING APPLE PIE?!” he exclaimed excitedly.
You exhaled loudly and dropped your shoulders back then your head, “It was supposed to be a surprise.”
Lately, I’ve been feeling a bit stuck. To be completely open and honest, I’ve been having a hard time writing a requested story idea.
Today, I created a moodboard with a few different effects and it re-inspired me. I thought I would share them with you all while I work on the story.
Which one is your favorite?
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Okay so my brain kept thinking of a Cas Dies In Deans Arms AU cause of @mothermothernatural’sAMV
Anyways more about the AU: Cas would ask Dean to let him go because he doesn’t want Dean to have the wing marks, but Dean obviously doesn’t listen. Now he has to live with a constant reminder of what he lost. He starts wearing sleeveless shirts because he sure as hell isn’t going to hide Cas’s last remains no matter how painful they are to look at. He also prays to Cas every day even though there is little to no chance Cas can hear him.
Happy day 5
Tried to shake off my art block by drawing Dean from those weird promo pics
